Are your expectations the best? The worst lays on my face So tired, I fight to forget There's nothing to lose But there's so much to say I'm still represing it all 'Cause knowing all that well You know it's never a trend Push stop! Waiting for the next drop Looking for some passions, too late I'm not gonna regret It's like postponing all the best talks Looking for some action, too late... Too late! I've got another perception When we fail comes night And make all common mistakes Trying not to fall to stress We try to whisper in contempt The lies... Of what we never forget It's laying there Not losing soul from air Push stop! Waiting for the next drop Looking for some passions, too late This broken pen Situated in my hand It's all that's left